Temperament

Chapter 2

SHE SPEEDWALKS TO THEIR DINING ROOM, and sits at their elder wood table, watching as her dad makes her breakfast. "Ah-hah! Finally my recipe is perfect!" He says from the kitchen, holding a frying pan up. She snickers, “Recipe, huh? What is it, fryed up human bones or your favorite, baby souls?" She mocks, subtlely, a smirk dancing across her face, as she raises up an eyebrow, at him. "What. Was. That?" He says calmy, as he flys to her side, cocking his head, as his nails dig into her neck, rendering her black spots on her vision, "N-n-nothing." She chokes out. "That's what I thought, missy."

He replies, loosening his choking, grip on her neck. She gasps and pants, her eyes watering. "God, you are so weak." He says, rolling his eyes and kneeing her, sharply, in the stomach. She chokes, her vision going black and hazy. He goes back into the kitchen, continuing his self-acclaimed, 'amazing' , recipe. She struggles over to her chair, still breathing heavily. "I-i-i," she gulps, "Have to get g-going. To m-my j-job." She whispers, stammering. Her father's eyes go , as he grabs her by the neck and slams her against the the wall, digging his claws into her neck, even harder this time.

"OH, STOP THAT INFERNAL BABBLING!" He yells, as his spittle flies across her forehead. His claws choking her,she gasps, her hands duly scraping at his claws, and tears streak across her cheeks. He sighs in her ear, and says softly, "Calm down, little one." Stroking her cheek softly, as she quietly sobs, and his grip loosens. He goes to pull into a hug, but she bolts down the hallway to her room. She, swiftly, grabs her cloak, while leaping out her window. She pulls on the cloak and darkness fills her mind, every crevice, every corner, and it ensnares her mind, shutting out the world, at once.

Help! Help! A voice erupts from a behind a closet, and pounding fills the hallways, then clawing, then a shrill scream fills the hallway, shattering the windows of the abandoned house, a sharp THUD erupts, and a gas slips out from the botom of the wooden prison, it stalks the house, computing, evolving, becoming... Human. Its dorm takes shape, and a boy, with freckles, sharp fangs, wings spourting from his back. A twisted giggle escapes his crackled lips, the boy licks his lips in hunger, rubbing his hands together and walking over to the shattered window, glass crunking under his bare feet, he looks at the town beyond him, he smiles. Giggling, his eye going dark, life-taking energy crackles beneath his fingertips, curling them into his palms and purple blood runs down his arms. "This should be fun." The boy says, and floats out the window.